A/N: Written for the Diversity Writing Challenge, f1 – poetry collection, and for the 100 Lists Challenge, 25s list 3 (prompt for this poem is #010 – zany)


The Fraction on a Diary's Page
XXIII. ill-fitting

All those etiquette lessons
didn't mesh with him at all.

It was like he was a fairy
and they'd make him a fraud.
A fairy didn't roar like a tiger,
didn't snap their jaws like a shark,
didn't burn the earth like a demon…

And well, wasn't that the problem?
They were trying to turn a little orphan boy
like him, into a demon

And there just wasn't a demon
in him

(awake, because, unknown to him
it slumbered, waiting
for its time.)